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The album “Apotheosis” is a musically conceptual project/experiment that takes a listener through a waking life from sleep to waking consciousness. This process is achieved with a linear tempo change coinciding with the effects of brain wave frequencies on the human mind and the specific arrhythmia's of the human heart.

Below we have a systematic breakdown of the quantum alchemy and emotional intelligence of “Apotheosis”:

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HER:
Someone asked me a question out of the blue last night
Do you believe in second chances? His words turned my heart to lead
And made me so angry that he thought he had the right
To stir up those feelings I’ve kept locked away and left for dead

‘Cause I don’t believe everything comes to those who wait
I don’t believe that love is stronger than hate
My glass is half empty, it’s never half full
Love at first sight is a lie for fools
Passion isn’t all that it takes to achieve
And there’ll always be war and people in need

I don’t believe in second chances
Life takes away, it never enhances

HIM:
He said, Don’t you believe in second chances?
That you hold wisdom and love deep inside
A place where faith waits and hope always dances
Don’t you believe an open heart can turn the tide?

I believe every end brings us a new beginning
That we can live in the light if we’re only willing
Life is good when you give instead of take
And inner happiness is a decision you make
Being together is better than living apart
And love that keeps burning is a form of art

I believe in second chances
I believe that loving life fulfils and enhances

HER:
Someone asked me a question out of the blue last night
Do you believe in second chances? His words gave my blind heart sight
And made me so happy that he knew he had the right
To stir up my feelings and turn my life, my life, my life towards the light

Track Name: DeRon featuring Patsy Moore - Tabula Rasa

tabula rasa
new york, april 1995

jagged manhattan skyline
(monolith spires piercing heliotrope mist)
feeds my gaze
avoiding yours
and i hope you gather
it is not reluctance to respond
but inability
(christ, have mercy
lover, take pity)
the back of my neck scorched by expectancy
while checkerboard tiles
in the stranger's kitchen
we presently occupy
persevere with sadistic undulation
i am too dizzy to remember my name
a condition
oddly recurrent
since you began pervading
my marrow
(i am incapable of identifying...
cannot distinguish...
cannot make out...
cannot detect...)
somewhere
intervening our inception and this sunrise
i emerged
sheer
tabula rasa
undeveloped and void of memoir
floating like so much gossamer
overhead
wispy
diaphanous
a specter
herself haunted
examining your distinctive scrawl
committing
to psyche
its chalky inscriptions
perchance to gain
knowledge of myself